My life with the triple negative type – A Winning Battle (and Search for Ways to Cope With Darn Chemo Brain)

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There’s an Xbox in My Van Trunk

It usually makes me laugh, my forgetfulness. But the other day, I could not remember something important, I almost cried.

You see, I took my son’s Xbox and locked it in the van so he could not get it out. For what reason? I could not remember days later. Embarrassed and frustrated, I asked Paul. I knew I did it to discipline my child but what, why, how, and how long do I keep it from him? Teary eyed, I was really trying to recall, but I couldn’t. Chemo brain forgetfulness is not always funny.

Paul reminded me that I did it because my son has trouble getting up on time for school. I suspected he played games late at night so I took the console away. That was just a few days ago. Perhaps I should write down in my planner why I did what I did for moments like this.

Saint Peregrine Prayer for people with cancer

O great St. Peregrine, you have been called "The Mighty," "The Wonder-Worker," because of the numerous miracles which you have obtained from God for those who have had recourse to you.

For so many years you bore in your own flesh this cancerous disease that destroys the very fibre of our being, and who had recourse to the source of all grace when the power of man could do no more. You were favoured with the vision of Jesus coming down from His Cross to heal your affliction. Ask of God and Our Lady, the cure of the sick whom we entrust to you.

(Pause here and silently recall the names of the sick for whom you are praying)

Aided in this way by your powerful intercession, we shall sing to God, now and for all eternity, a song of gratitude for His great goodness and mercy.
Amen.

Cancer Of The Breast…

(a borrowed poem)
[...] Cancer of the breast
from east and west;
it seems Pandora's box is
making a big mess.

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A Prayer When In Pain

I am bowed down and brought very low;
all day long I go about mourning.
My back is filled with searing pain;
there is no health in my body.
I am feeble and utterly crushed;
I groan in anguish of heart.

All my longings lie open before you, Lord;
my sighing is not hidden from you.
---------Psalm 38:6-9 (TNIV)